Body Cavity
Cold and foreshortened, pedaling home, his rudderlesscarcass launched to the ditch.
Grocery bags broke and slick pickles
scattered around the ruin of animal form.
Granules of light
in thick
paper eyes filled even folds like soul
stuffs the body.His turgid bursa,
the four ventricles and avioli-
fourteen pounds per square inch-
reclined in the ditchweed and sugar and mud.
Bursting the back,
an insect left its pinched
gristle clenched on crazed red
clay. That new dragonfly had no
reason to see blasted glass,
sprung spokes, or its old
useless skin.
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--Liz Linton |